Oh, August
Aug. 10th, 2011 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperance...And the rain's back. I don't know where my August went, but it ain't here. *glowers suspiciously at California*
And my internal weather is much the same: foggy and wet and eruptive. This morning I have sneezed and coughed and gone ouchie at the pain behind my ribs. Just on the right side, as ever. Last night I couldn't sleep, because I couldn't breeve. This must be why musicians have a semi-brieve: because they don't get half a chance to catch their breff.
Still. Snivelling and ouchie, off we go. Medicines to collect, books to write. Rain to splodge through. Don't you wish your August was hot like mine? (I had to put the heavier duvet on the bed last night. Mac thoroughly approved, and came to snuggle all night long. He was almost sweet, so he was.)
And my internal weather is much the same: foggy and wet and eruptive. This morning I have sneezed and coughed and gone ouchie at the pain behind my ribs. Just on the right side, as ever. Last night I couldn't sleep, because I couldn't breeve. This must be why musicians have a semi-brieve: because they don't get half a chance to catch their breff.
Still. Snivelling and ouchie, off we go. Medicines to collect, books to write. Rain to splodge through. Don't you wish your August was hot like mine? (I had to put the heavier duvet on the bed last night. Mac thoroughly approved, and came to snuggle all night long. He was almost sweet, so he was.)